Oh To Be Friends With Unhappiness

Happy all the time isn’t happy.

It’s sad.

And happy all the time isn’t better.

It’s bad.

Cause happy needs contrast to really be had.

And contrast to happy doesn’t mean to be a cad.

It won’t reside in dad.

Or suckers wearing plaid.

For glad becomes a fad.

A hurtful once comrade.

A stark now raving mad.

A solemn launching pad.

For the best day never had.

So say hello to Captain Unhappy!

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.